Sidra could not keep her eyes from brightening, or the slight hint of surprise that briefly flashed across her expression. It melted into a smile, warmth flooding through her at the thought Bacardi might even want or hope that she would come back again. Not wanting him to wait too long in silence she offered an enthusiastic but whispered, “Yes,” and even nodded a little before her smile grew. “I will definitely come back again.”
Sidra knew better than to make promises she wasn’t entirely sure she would be allowed to keep, but if for some reason her father frowned on her desire to return to the Forest, Sidra already decided this would be something he could not stop her from doing. Whatever bad blood lay between them must’ve been something that could be set aside by now, right? Again she worried it was only her wishful thinking, but it didn’t matter. Whether or not her father agreed to meet with Bacardi or possibly, tentatively, create some sort of peaceful pact with him, Sidra knew this would not be her last time here.
“I’m sure there’s so much more of your beautiful home you could show me,” she said, “I doubt we could see it all in just one day.”
But then, because she liked (and even craved) the confirmation, Sidra held her eyes with his and said, “If you’d want to show me more places when I come here again,” she clarified, knowing if he trusted her, she should just assume she was more than capable to explore on her own and he, a busy herd stallion, might not want to take more time out of his days to lead her around. But Sidra wanted to see the Forest through Bacardi’s eyes. She wanted to see all the places of interest and beauty that made his home and watch him when they went there as well. The Forest was as beautiful as she had hoped it would be, but getting to see Bacardi’s pride in his home made it just a touch more magical.
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